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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Catulle" data-source="post: 2364591" data-attributes="member: 9942">Tobias (Male Human Soldier)Tobias releases a tense breath he hadn’t realised he was holding at the priest’s reaction. Hell-bent… rightly said, and moreso than he realises, I’d bet. He looks about them once more, taking in the quiet bowman, and replies with a bitter note he doesn’t quite intend.“That’s just as well, given our battalion numbers three strong.” Tobias reaches up to tuck an earring – a pointed tooth or fang sheathed in copper – inside his armoured cap and out of harm’s way. The military skullcap, oversize doublet and his hooked nose give him a vulturous mien as they approach the Ackerplatz. He visibly relaxes at the sight of the crowd and removes his hand from the sword hilt, uncertain himself of when it had dropped there unbidden. He lets his eyes drift across the people assembled, taking in their expressions, their need.“Just look at them. Cold comfort to win a war just to be faced with this.” He shakes his head, lost in thought for a spell. So is this the state of things at home, so much closer to battle than here? Ulric deliver to them the strength that I can’t. The jostling of the throng returns him to alertness, and the ghost of a smile crosses his lips. “Name’s Kaufmann, by the by. I was at the healer when you were ministering there – days back, I think, but I was all in and out at the time.”(OOC: d10 roll = 4)</blockquote>

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